oubles
its price; I know not how long it will hold. Have you seen the red
stamp the papers are marked with? Methinks it is worth a halfpenny,
the stamping it. Lord Bolingbroke and Prior set out for France last
Saturday. My lord's business is to hasten the peace before the Dutch
are too much mauled, and hinder France from carrying the jest of beating
them too far. Have you seen the Fourth Part of John Bull?(4) It is equal
to the rest, and extremely good. The Bishop of Clogher's son has been
ill of St. Anthony's fire, but is now quite well. I was afraid his face
would be spoiled, but it is not. Dilly is just as he used to be, and
puns as plentifully and as bad. The two brothers see one another; but I
think not the two sisters. Raymond writ to me that he intended to invite
you to Trim. Are you, have you, will you be there? Won't oo see pool
Laratol?(5) Parvisol says I shall have no fruit. Blasts have taken away
all. Pray observe the cherry-trees on the river-walk; but oo are too
lazy to take such a journey. If you have not your letters in due time
for two months hence, impute it to my being tosticated between this and
Windsor. And pray send me again the state of ME's money; for I will not
look into your letter for it. Poor Lord Winchelsea(6) is dead, to my
great grief. He was a worthy honest gentleman, and particular friend of
mine: and, what is yet worse, my old acquaintance, Mrs. Finch,(7) is
now Countess of Winchelsea, the title being fallen to her husband, but
without much estate. I have been poring my eyes all this morning, and it
is now past two afternoon, so I shall take a little walk in the Park.
Do you play at ombre still? Or is that off by Mr. Stoyte's absence, and
Mrs. Manley's grief? Somebody was telling me of a strange sister that
Mrs. Manley has got in Ireland, who disappointed you all about her being
handsome. My service to Mrs. Walls. Farewell, deelest MD MD MD, FW FW
FW, ME ME ME ME ME. Lele, logues both; rove poo Pdfr.

LETTER 52.(1)

WINDSOR, Sept. 15, 1712.

I never was so long without writing to MD as now, since I left them, nor
ever will again while I am able to write. I have expected from one week
to another that something would be done in my own affairs; but nothing
at all is, nor I don't know when anything will, or whether ever at all,
so slow are people at doing favours. I have been much out of order of
late with the old giddiness in my head. I took a vomit for it two days
ago, and will t